The rest of today has been a mess. The morning started off wrong, and my brain has been groggy all day. I am excessively tired, and I can see in my writing for the last week, my writing style has been off balance. It's like I know what I want to say, but don't know quite how to say it. When I write entries, I try and do it in a concise writing style that I know people often like. I tend to ramble a lot, so when I write an entry, I often have to cut, paste, or delete things. I want every paragraph to have at least the semblance of good writing. In grammar school, teachers always forced paragraph style on me, and I feel a little bit guilty when I don't completely follow it.
That last paragraph was an example of sloppy paragraph style. The last sentence should have been a summary or conclusion of the whole paragraph, and it doesn't quite match the way it started. This is more like how my brain works, but it doesn't make for tidy writing. If I wanted this paragraph to be better, I would end it with a statement like, "so when I see that last paragraph, I feel a bit guilty and wonder if my writing is actually any good, or am I just rambling as usual?"
Punk: I am also a fan of dialogue
Dude: How so?
Punk: Sometimes I feel a few things can be better explained like a conversation.
Dude: Like this one?
Punk: No, actually, this is a weak example.
Dude: You could have just as well carried this idea as a simple paragraph?
Punk: Yes. Dialogues are better for "you are there" kind of humor.
Dude: You write very reflexively and with a lot of self-observation.
Punk: I also try and avoid to be self-congratulatory. No one likes that.
Punk: Or apologetic.
Dude: Ha ha. Funny.
Punk: Self-deprecating sarcasm *is* acceptable. Benny loves that kind of stuff.
This weekend, Travis's girlfriend April W (as opposed to my other friend April A in Boston) mentioned she liked my writing style (I think the other April does too, but I don't want to confuse the two... dang, what are the odds I know TWO people named after a month?), and she's not the only person who has said that, so I feel I should maintain some sort of standard. Writing while drunk, for example, would be unacceptable, and although I don't drink, I do sometimes have foul moods where I wrote some pretty, "So that's how it is, huh?" kind of stuff, and then once I have written it, I think, "Ewww... that might come back to haunt me," and I don't post it. I write in spellcheckers, edit, and then wait about an hour before I post to make sure I got it right, and don't say something I don't feel anymore. So if you see something intentionally spiteful in this blog, know that I pondered about it for a while, and decided that if I post it here, the whole world will know, and I don't care. My friend Neal also sends me letters commenting on certain entries, which are very helpful, and spark a lot of thought on my part (as I may have mentioned before, he's a linguist). The Gricean Maxiums entry are a good example.
(Sometimes, when I am whispering, I write in parentheses)
Writing for me is cathartic. It is like a craft of some kind. People in mental institutions create doilies with bunt scissors, I write in a blog. Rednecks shoot cans with guns, I... hey, that actually sounds kind of cool.
I'll be back later...
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